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The Past No More

At midnight, I lie on my bed, All soaked, all drenched, In the tears of the past
I lay awake and contemplate I wonder and regret About the deeds of the past
She sits by my side While my tears, I hide And we talk about the past
We weep and we cry Until the tears go dry  Cognizing the past
She pats my back As our pains slack And we learn from the past
We soak no more Our ships set ashore And we leave behind the past.